Apparently I died on a bus,
The EMTs made quite a fuss;
One minute sitting with all my bundles,
The next minute the sky began to tumble

And then imagine my surprise,
I was reborn a male
And between my thighs
Was a hose, a tube, a yank of skin,
What crude madness was I i

I was a male with a foreskin
What transgressions, what unwashed sin
Had I committed in my female life
That now a moel stood there with a knife;
And, of all things, I was to circumsized,
This came as a shock, a complete surprise;
The man was going to cut my penis
I, a girl with the breasts of Venus.
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Hi Valsa, Rachel Nichols advised that I check out your poetry. I've just finished reading a dozen or so, To me, it's clear that you have the gift. I really liked the humming bird one, and this one too since it leaves one with the feeling that you've grasped the truth of the eternalness of Soul, hence embrace the concept of reincarnation thus the transformation. Loved it. If so moved check out some of my poems - they too embrace spiritual concepts which I hold as truths. One poem, The Lonesome Road might be a good starting point. I've added you to my favorite poets list. Cheers!
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Female fetus aborting and infanticide are still common in some of the rural areas.
Such children feel, Myself for safety, into the opposite sex bound, To live thereon, a princely life unbound.
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change of mind in society is most essential to stop the murder of a society/ Crime unto the half world the female world is more than any other crime, Why discrimination Why? why? with the abundance of poets few writes. I thanks for this you penned for the cause, the cause for the generations yet to come/thank you with a request please do write
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Female foeticide has to subside in due course of time... We are for now, as you say, more concerned about a society that does not care for the survivors...
A grim picture indeed. Let there be a change of miraculous order soon or later
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a v nice poem...sad that these instances r on the rise, where females themselves dont understand females, n above all there r cruel men too around to molest the surviving females, instilling fear in the minds of common ppl....a gud write Valsa Mam!
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with reference to the poet's notes, this is a broad-canvas poem...rich for its depth and timeless span...
here the abstractions of life and death exchange their meanings...a great diagnostic hand Valsa ji! ! !
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